8 Iz Enuff

[Intro: Big L] Yo, my crew is in the house Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J and Mike Boogie And I'ma set it like this [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked You better surrender before you get smoked You niggas be thinkin', "This kid is a joke" I put chumps to rest fast when my Smith Wes' blast So just dash, or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse I go berserk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk So stay alert, no smoke 'cause these knuckles hurt I'm from the alley, not the valley, I'm hotter than Cali Wicked like Harry and fuck Sally, I'd rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles, don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, I'm five thous' [Verse 2: Terra] Well I'm flav' and I was down with the crime wave Now it's time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave In '87, I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed And low rated, rappers, you know who made it Tell the Terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter I'm more rare, the MC in this warfare Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up Sour luck, niggas gotten propped to swallow nuts [Verse 3: Herb McGruff] For those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb McGruff I'm on some murder stuff, and when I talk every verb is rough Front on this and get beat bad With big bats that bruise, break bones, then wind up bloody in a body bag MCs are live, but I'm mad live-r Ayo, my rhymes are more funky than a African cab driver Step to this and get sliced with ease, ate up like rice and peas (Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I'm nice with these Ask the nigga in my last bout He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out Microphones I gotta tear Peace to Big L, straight from Hell, I'm the fuck up out of here [Verse 4: Buddah Bless] Ayo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic I rag crews 'cause I'm bad news In a mad mood, I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast food Step to this and get your body blown 'Cause I'm a known maricón, for poems I slide the hotties home Here's some advice: I'm mad nice Ayo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice and cold take a fag's life My swellin' melon got niggas jealin' Ayo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a felon [Verse 5: Big Twan] Yo, I'm bustin' chumps like a Glock 10 When I drops in, the top ten is rocked when it's locked in I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill your show I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid No frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail, dig? Yeah, and I'm nasty, too nasty to trash me, bash me Ayo, that's dead, so don't ask me You'd get bumped off if beef ever jump off I never come soft, I got a pump that sawed-off But when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out For dissin', you'll come up missin' like a cub scout [Verse 6: Killa Cam] Rappers be funny like Fletch 'cause they sections say they slaughter, son Talk about 9s and TECs and never shot a water gun But Killa Cam, I get erratic when it comes to static There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic Increase the peace that cease 'cause once I release My crew from the East, we're leavin' at least twenty police deceased It's the beast on attack, so make tracks I break backs, I jack with def gats and black MACs On Lenox Ave., ain't no light looks, you fight crooks Left and right hooks If you front, get your life took [Verse 7: Trooper J] I'm havin' nail-sharp pains in my brains like a Hellraiser I'm blazin' trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer Who find crime and fill the 9 with nothin' but lead? Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead In backyard alleys, but I call 'em crack-more valleys And I pack more rallies than riots back in Cali And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse I'm in a daze and I'm so confused From seein' heads shake so many times the lead make And Mike Boogie's next up to keep my head straight [Verse 8: Mike Boogie] I should never rhyme 'cause every time I step into a contest Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat 'Cause they know when I start droppin' poems That I be knockin' domes Poppin' bones and sendin' niggas hoppin' home Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cast and crutches And niggas, I don't need a gun for you, none of you 'Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my Number 2 And it's death in every paragraph And niggas learn when I burn their motherfuckin' ass to ash No need to question am I nice 'cause it's a fact, friend I shoot the gift like Santa Claus with a MAC-10 And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike Now I'm 'bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin' it tough Peace to Big L, ayo, eight is enough [Outro: Big L] True, true And before I get up outta here I gotta say peace to D-Wiz and Short Man Brothers that was there since the beginnin' What's up to Rock-N-Will from the Hard Pack Crew Peace to Ma$e Murda and the B.B.O. Crew The Best Out Crew, The M&M Crew And all the other crews that's representin' in Harlem You know what I'm sayin'? And last but not least I gotta say peace to the 139th Street NFL Crew, my crew Word up